I'm almost convinced I am being unreasonable but you know what - fuck it.
It's pancake day, I love pancake day - all the pancakes and fat, happy fillings. We ALWAYS do pancake day, ever since I was a littlie- pancake day is a thing in this household.
So I got up at fuck knows what time, rode my horses in the semi darkness, chewed on my semi cardboard Alpen light on the 07.07 to Kings Cross, but uplifted because... pancakes.
There were lots of pancakes in my lunch meeting which I avoided because "we always have pancakes in an evening" so opted for the starting-to-curl-dry cheese sandwiches and called in at the shop en route home for pancake fillings.
Where is my DH? He's in bed. Not arsed about pancakes, he had a chicken Kiev earlier. He doesn't see the issue - have a pancake by yourself if you like - what a little pity party pancake for one? Really?
I know I'm unreasonable and a chicken Kiev is more filling 🙄 I'm 11 weeks pregnant and I have a LOT of feelings this week. Pancake pity party at mine, anyone 🎉